Sunday, January 2, 2011

cooking




Mia Self
a Flickrfriend
asked me how I learnt to cook
if my mother didn't teach me.
Well, she did.
When I said she couldn't bake
I meant just that
baking.
Her cakes were like hockey pucks and I don't remember her ever making cookies


she grew up in very cosmopolitan surroundings
and everything she ever wanted was there in the shops
like in any big city
you have groups of people
who stick together
and
make their own things

In Toronto
Little Italy is full of  little short  men
strutting around like Mussolini
knocking women off the sidewalks
and just being
MCP
I know
I was the one knocked off!!!
but you can get just about anything
they have in Italy
including the cow milk jugs
that look like they are vomiting on your food!!!
LOVE those things!!!
:) :) :)

And in China Town
there are live animals there ready for slaughter
or dead ones
still looking at you
with their little beady eyes

When my oldest son went to visit my sister
she took him to the markets
and after seeing all these animals
dead and alive
he vowed to be
vegetarian
sweet boy!!
You can get lots of lovely things there
cheap



so, my Mum taught me to cook
and my Dad
on Saturdays at lunch time
when he and I were the only ones home
Mum was at work and who knows where the sister was
up in London being a London dolly bird I guess!!
:p


so Dad and I had to fend for ourselves
and we used to make all sorts of things
we used the grill (broiler) a lot
on the tiny little stove we had
 in the even tinier kitchen
that was always cold
we made Welsh rarebit
and grilled tomatoes
we fried eggs and bacon
and chips
he taught me how to cook rice for
salmon kedgeree



we used to have fun coming up with whatever we could think of
those were the days before pizza joints and take out food
if you were hungry
you cooked it!!


there was a Wimpy's on the High Street
but Dad wasn't a fast food type!!
Wimpys was/is a hamburger place where the hamburgers have tiny onion bits on them
and when I was a college we would go there and flick the onion bits off at each other!!
and the boys would squirt the ketchup and mustard bottles so hard the contents would hit the ceiling!!

If my father had known.....I would have been in big trouble
He expected better behaviour and I was a young lady
wasn't I?
He was the man who lived in the desert in Iraq
and ate cheese and jam....
and only had water to drink
so we had to too!!
he never let us forget it!!
I also learnt at school
all those wonderful stodgy English foods
that stick to your gut
brown stew
sponge puddings and custard
all sorts of cakes
that we then took home and our families had to eat.
Dark fruit cakes at Christmas
mince pies
YUMM
and I also taught myself
once I was married and had to keep us fed
I like to cook
but baking I like more
so there you have it
my life as a chef
!!



do you like to cook and bake?


(the pictures here are mine and off the net
I made the stew and the bread and the piragi and the biscotti in the bag in the dark picture!!


the cow the ducks and the kedgeree
I found through Bing!!!!)

bon appetite !!!